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A Harry Potter Shrinking Story that can take place during any year or event.
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Chapter #4

Learning a Lesson Under Hermione's Feet

    by: Haro-Haze Author IconMail Icon
"Well now, that's enough of that. It's time we begin your lesson boys." Hermione announced, leaning forward and placing the car on the wooden floor in front of her flats. Hermione then rose to her full height, allowing Harry and Ron to marvel at how utterly gigantic she appeared looking at their friend from the ground up.

"What do you think she's going to do with us, Ron?" Harry asked, concerned as to why Hermione saw fit to place them on the floor.

"Bloody hell, do you think she intends to stand on us?" Ron asked in response, fearing that shrunken vehicle wasn't build to withstand a stomp from someone of Hermione's stature.

"Don't be mental. Hermione wants to teach us a lesson, not kill us." Harry replied, the two boys gazing up through the windshield to see their friend in all of her towering glory. She was busy looking over her shoulder to confirm that there was, in fact, a chair placed against the wall behind her.

She allowed her body to fall onto the chair, her backside meeting the cushion with a loud *thump* that could be felt by Ron and Harry as a tremor at a distance."

"All right then, both of you get out of the car," Hermione said in a demanding tone, not asking them politely as she would normally, giving them an order. Both doors swung open, the tiny boys jumping out, instinctively realizing that disobeying Hermione could be met with severe consequences.

"Good, now for your punishment. We'll need to be quick about this. Class starts in fifteen minutes, and we can't afford to be late." Hermione declared, not willing to risk her perfect attendance record over two shrunken nitwits.

"Class? You expect us to go to class like this? Have you lost your marbles, someone could come along and sit on us! We could die!" Ron said in a huff, thinking Hermione had lost her mind.

"Oh, you won't have to worry about that. Professor McGonagall has already permitted you both to sit at the front of the class with me, as for your new assigned seats..." Hermione paused, lifting her feet and sliding her flats off so that they came crashing down on either side of the car.

Casting a long shadow over them was Hermione's socked feet, her toes flexing in delight as fresh air breathed through the fabric of her thigh high socks.

"Ahh, her feet smell like old cheese. Does Hermione ever wash her socks?" Harry whispered to Ron, not wanting to incur the wrath of a three hundred foot tall Hermione Granger.

"Much better, well at least you won't have to worry about getting cold. Unfortunately, these school shoes aren't very comfortable, and they don't breathe very well either. But I'm hoping the two of you will solve the former of those two issues while serving out your punishment as my new insoles." Hermione proclaimed, revealing her plans.

"Excuse me, have you gone insane? Insoles? You want us to spend the rest of the day under your sweaty feet inside of your flats Hermione? Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?" Ron asked in a fit. Meanwhile, Harry stood by silently, not exactly thrilled by Hermione's plan either.

"Come on Hermione! There has to be another way!" Harry yelled, hoping Hermione could still be reasonable. But the brown-haired bookworm was not to be trifled with at her current size. She lifted her foot and slapped her toes on the ground in front of the shrunken pair with a resounding *thud*.

"There is most certainly not another way! You two were reckless, you broke magical law, and you nearly got yourselves killed. You need to learn your lesson, and it most certainly won't be pleasant for either of you. Furthermore, you need to improve your grades, so I expect you to commit today's class to memory. I may quiz you on it later if I feel like you weren't paying attention." Hermione stated, drawing her wand for a bit of magic.

"Now, don't move a muscle. I'm going to stick you to the bottom of my feet. If you stay calm, then I promise you they won't get too sweaty down there." Hermione teased, displaying a smile as she showed off her socked soles.

"Coalescat" Hermione said, pronouncing the syllables clearly as her wand produced a ball of white light with a flick of her wrist. Suddenly Ron and Harry were flung towards Hermione's feet, Harry back meeting with the ball of her left foot. At the same time, Ron adhered a little higher on Hermione's right foot, still under the ball of her foot with his face ending up just beneath her toes.

"I hope you're comfortable down there. You'll be spending a lot of time under my feet, so try not to tickle me, or I'll have to move you. But we're already behind schedule, let's get to class." Hermione giggled, turning over her shoes with her feet.

A rather simple action for Hermione, but a different matter entirely for Ron and Harry stuck to the second year student's feet. Their entire world rotated, turned, and shook with every movement she made, no matter how small. However, both had different views on how this experience took place.

Harry saw everything moving around him and paid close attention to Hermione's footwear that was going to serve as his new home. Gazing inside too see that they were indeed well worn, they must have been the same flats she wore last year which would only make what came next even worse. Forced to watch helplessly as Hermione's toes crawled into her flat, shoving Harry face first into her hardly padded insole. Pinned down hard as she flexed the ball of her foot, cutting off all outside light as she slid her heel inside last, trapping Harry in a dark, sweaty hell under her foot.

Ron on the other hand, couldn't see anything but thinly veiled rays of light and shadows through the crevices between Hermione's toes. He could feel every movement of the young girl's foot, his nose pressed directly against her moist socked foot, only able to tell that he was entering Hermione's flat as his surrounding went from dark to pitch black. His back pressed against her insole, forcing his head deep between her toes, trying his best not to swallow a mouthful of foot sweat in the process.

"I must admit, you two make much better insoles that I originally anticipated. It's quite a pleasant feeling to have you under my feet. Honestly, I'm surprised I can even feel you this well because of how tiny you are." Hermione admitted, though her voice was hardly audible from inside the tight confines of her footwear, so neither Ron nor Harry heard much of what she was saying.

Finally, Hermione reached down and picked up Ron's family car. No bigger than a Hot Wheels toy car in the palm of her hand, she could so easily crush it if she wanted. But instead, she placed it on top of her nightstand and hurried off to class.

*Boom, Boom, Boom*

Harry and Ron's entire world began to shake violently as Hermione's feet stomped down the Gryfinndor stairwell. Each step impacting the shrunken boys with more weight and speed as she got closer to the bottom. It was as if Hermione was testing their durability, which was accurate. She wanted to confirm her calculations on the matter, purposely trying to crush them underfoot. But, as she expected they survived the entire ordeal as her feet landed at the bottom of the steps.

Hermione continued walking the halls for another couple of minutes until the feeling of walking over Harry and Ron became natural. As if they had always been one with her flats, struggling underneath her feet as living insoles. Then at long last, she arrived at Professor McGonagall's class for charms, hexes, and transfiguration spells.

"Attention all, everyone. Quiet, please. Find your seats." Professor McGonagall said front the head of the class, watching Hermione walking down the steps. Wondering what she did with the now shrunken duo of Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley after she gave her free reign to do whatever she pleased to punish them.

The young brown-haired girl took a seat at the front of the class, crossing her legs so her feet wouldn't be on the floor. She wanted to make sure they had a chance to hear the lecture in the case she decided to give them a pop quiz. She enjoyed dangling them around, having them thrash about under her socked feet knowing they couldn't escape.

Both offered a unique feeling under her feet. Harry was trying to push himself up and remove his face from Hermione's sweaty insole, which was already beginning to absorb more of the young witch's foot sweat. While Ron could breathe just fine, even though he was forced to endure constant heat and odor. Both left to wonder when their next breath of fresh air would be granted to them by their new owner.

"Settle down now, for our first lesson today we shall learn..." McGonagall trailed off, a hush falling over the room as Hermione tried to start ignoring her new insoles to focus on her studies.

What happens next?

1. After class Hermione goes through with her plans to give Harry and Ron a pop quiz. Threatening to step on, and then stand on them for some time as a penalty for every wrong answer.

2. Hermione decides that she likes feeling Ron and Harry under her feet. Moving them inside of her thigh highs too feel them better against her skin.

3. After feeling ticklish during class, Hermione decides to change up Harry and Ron's punishment. Sticking them to her butt underneath her skirt before returning too class.

You have the following choices:

*Noteb*
1. Hermione's Pop Quiz

2. Moving Inside The Bookworm's Thigh Highs

3. Failed Insoles Cushion Granger's Rear(Reserved)

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